Monday, December 15, 2008

What amounts to my final post

Buenos Dias my friends, and welcome to the final blog of my journey. Yes, we've reached that time after 17 total weeks of me being overseas, and this being my 85th blog. More on the wrap-up ideas towards the end, because I've got some things to share and what a better time to do it than in my final city of Barcelona, Spain.

But I have a lot to catch you all up on, and plenty of pictures to get to, so let's get to it!

I arrived into Paris Friday morning after the trying experience that was the night train. It was uncomfortable, smelled terrible, and took about 16 hours, adding up to an experience that if I ever repeat, it'll probably be too soon. Plus, I got charged 7 euro for a breakfast I didn't even ask for, I was just handed and after I turned it down, they said "take it" in Italian, so I did. And then they charged me. Ciao Italia, I suppose.

I got into Paris, and it was absolutely gigantic. It's so huge in comparison to Rome. The metro system there is a piece of art in and of itself, as it have 14 metro lines, along with 5 more RER train lines, and well over 100 stations, so the city is uber-connected and easy to navigate after a little learning curve. I had all of the bags, but managed to make it to my hostel pretty easily, or easily to the 120 stairs before it. It harkened from so far away, like it was taunting me. But I got up there, a sweaty mess indeed, yet I made it, showered, and got a Jambon et Fromage sandwich from this boulangerie pictured here and ate in a little park, enjoying the French air and taking my time, I was in no hurry after that train experience.

My hostel was in the Montmartre district, which is where the Moulin Rouge and the Sacre Coeur church is, and it's pretty much an adorable little neighborhood with absolutely indecipherable streets and complicated layering of buildings, apartments, and shops that couldn't have been anywhere else but Paris. It was weird being there, actually trying to speak French that I've studied for so long (but it's not easy after 4 months of total Italian, let me tell you), and seeing the city that had so long only existed in books and studies.

Kelly arrived that afternoon and we set off into the city and went to the Louvre straight away. It's home to some of the most famous and illustrious artists' works and it shows. It's beautiful as a building, and for all you Da Vinci Code fans, yes, this is the central art museum for the action. The Pyramid Inverse is here, along with the Venus de Milo, tons of fantastic paintings by David, and yes, the Mona Lisa.

We made our way to the ticket line, but as we arrived, as it was after 6 on a late-open night, they let all under-25 visitors in for free. No complaints from me! Woohoo, that's 11 Euro saved after a semester of spending.

Kelly had been here before, but I had not (obviously). It was huge, and you could easily spend days in there (many people do) but I didn't have days, I had hours, so I made it through it pretty quickly, but I feel like I saw everything I wanted to see; someday in the future with more time and resources, I'll stay longer, but for now, two hours got me through it to see the big ones. The Mona Lisa? Pretty cool to see, but as I'd heard before I went, it's really tiny. I mean, it's just little compared to some of these wall-encompassing paintings surrounding it, but I got a few pictures, including one with me in it. Cooooool.

Wandering the halls of the Louvre, it's hard not to take in just the sheer value of all of the works there. Billions worth, and all being cared for with state-of-the-art curation techniques and curators, it's pretty cool to think about the history and variety of art there. I certainly appreciated it.

The Venus de Milo is another instantly recognizable piece, and I spent my time taking it in, but again, there are so many impressive works there that it feels like even though it's iconic and amazing in its own right, when surrounded by so many other works, it feels a little underwhelming in a way as you're already so overwhelmed with the massive amounts of work, if that makes any sense. I hope it does. If it doesn't, I guess you'll just have to go and check it out for yourself.

We left the museum maze (the hardest exit to find ever, let me tell you) and got some fresh air, which was freezing but refreshing. Paris is much, much chillier than Rome, by like 10 degrees, and the wind is so bitter and ever-present that it feels like you're in a freezer, which is something I haven't felt in a long time, but feels like everyone back home is getting a bit of right now (and I'll be privy to tomorrow . . . whoa).

Once outside, I turned around and saw the amazing full moon of the evening rising over the Louvre and the other direction was the Seine, and it was just pretty impressive. Paris is a lovely city, but I just wish I had the people there to share it with. It was something that really held me back in this journey, and although having Kelly was good company, I missed the company of people who can experience it with me and share it over basic conversation, etc.

It was beautiful, though. Not a single doubt about it.



I took a bunch of pictures, some of which'll make it on here, but others will make it to Picasa at some point. I also got a video, which is always a nice aid, right? So feel free to take that in, and just imagine being really cold too and it's just like being there (sort of).

video

From there, it was off to the Eiffel Tower, which I probably would venture to say is safely in the 5 most recognizable monuments in the world. If I had to list them, I'd probably say Eiffel Tower, Statue of Liberty, The Great Pyramids, The Colosseum, and maybe the Great Wall or Big Ben. It's weird to think I saw two of the no-doubters of this same trip, but I digress.

The Eiffel Tower looks close since it's tall, but it involved crossing over the Seine (a beautiful thing to see in its own right at night), down past several museums and eventually into the neighborhood before coming up on it in all its glory. The approaching walk though was kind of fun since it just felt like around every corner you were going to see it in its entirety, but it took a few blocks before it was totally in view.

This picture of it here is a few blocks away and isn't the best of showing it, but I liked the effect of the blue on the night sky, so you get to see it too, even if it's not the full deal quite yet.

But eventually, you do come up on it, and it's pretty darn cool. I was near-frozen solid at this point, but that's not to say I didn't take it all in and try to get a few pictures with me and it together, but the night and the flash combo needed never seemed to work. Maybe Kelly's pictures will look better, but instead of posting crappy ones of me and it, I'm going to post better ones of just it, along with maybe a video for you to savor, too. Cool?

video


Yes, it does in fact have a European Union flag symbol on it, and yes, every hour on the hour, it does what it's doing above: flahsing like a ton of flashbulbs and looking even more impressive, which is cool to see in the night. Along with the full moon and all the lights of the city, it was pretty bright.

But cold. Don't forget cold. Because it was.

After this 20 minute check-out period, we headed back to the hostel and I crashed out pretty quickly after that, only to be woken up here and there by the stumbling in of my roommates, but eh, what are you going to do when you're paying what I was paying per night? Not a hotel, that's for sure.

I got up and had some breakfast the next morning (Saturday) and rolled out to see the Champs Elysees and the Arc de Triumph, but not before hitting up the Sacre Coeur, or the Sacred Heart Church in Montmartre in the highest point in all of Paris. We wandered over there and got there after an impossibly complex weave of streets after asking a local for directions, and we got there pretty quickly and got to the top, which provided some excellent views of the city and, oh yeah, one of the more impressive churches in all of Europe, not just Paris.

It looks a little like the Taj Mahal, if you squint, I think. It's probably the white coloration and turret look, but it was pretty cool, absolutely in prime location for views and for checking out the whole of Paris. I took a ton here that I really like, but I can only put so many up. Picasa soon? Absolutely.

It was windy. Give me a break.

We went inside where it's forbidden to take pictures, but I took one very slyly, but I didn't like it enough to put on here when compared to some more of the outside, because that was just as awesome.

From there, it was off to Arc de Triumph and the Champs Elysees, which was so huge in terms of a turn-around that it reminds me a little of Times Square. It's a huge staircase up into the top of the Arc, but before that, I got a few pictures of the structure as it is from the outside, but with the wind it was in the teens, and it felt it. It allowed for a few pictures, but not before getting into the safety from the winds inside the Arch.

But it crazy to think that such a big and famous arch is still just in the middle of a big car loop. It's just a part of everyday life. It's one of the beautiful things about Europe, and I better understand the culture now like I never did before I came: they talk about their history and its importance so much since its so integrated into their daily lives, not just in museums and galleries and roped-off areas of no visitors. It's just on the way to work, or in between you and your destination, but not THE destination, if that makes any sense.

Getting the ticket to go up to the top, I spindled around the Statue-of-Liberty-esque stairway to the top, some hundreds of stairs up and making the ground look pretty far away. Never bothers me, heights don't do that, but I could tell for some people (hmmmm, mom?) it might have been a little more unnerving.

But the view from the top?

Totally worth it.

I have a ton of pictures that just need to be in this blog, so I am just going to let them do a little of the speaking for themselves. It's iconic stuff that I've talked about in this blog, while other monuments need no words.


Just a few more, with a video.


It's hard not to really take that in and just enjoy it. It's so iconic, it needs no words, and lord knows I've got words for days, so that's quite the accomplishment in a phote.

Good stuff.




Now video? Whoa talk about immersion.

video

We walked down the Champs Elysees, and eventually Metroed our way over to the Notre Dame de Paris, or the focus of the Hunchback of Notre Dame, and the church dedicated to Mary in Paris. Notre Dame literally translates to "our lady," which most people miss. On a similar note, "Madonna" literally means "my lady" as in Mary. It all comes full circle a bit, which is always a fun game.

But yes: Notre Dame: fantastic, beautiful, and really, Gothic architecture at its finest. I don't know if I could pick between the Milanese Duomo or Notre Dame for my favorite Gothic Church, but know it'd be a close battle for that top spot since honestly, why should you pick? Since when you get down to it, they're both beautiful.

Pictures galore and not enough writing at this point can facilitate as many as I'd want to post, but know that what I have here is just a taste of everything I was able to take, and it'll eventually make its way to Picasa, I know it, you can count on it.

Inside was a feast of stained glass, slightly darker than Medieval style, but it lends nicely to the darker, more introspective and fear, even, which Gothic style models itself on.

Needless to say, at this point much walking had occured, and a break for food and resting up for Musee D'Orsay later on and more was needed, so a Croque Monsieur did the trick and off to the Musee it was. It started to rain at this point which I had somehow managed to avoid, and it was a little wet, but nothing a Portlander couldn't handle my any means, and the museum is inside, after all.

D'Orsay is inside an old train station, and it's got the more contemporary works that the Louvre lacks, specifically 19th century up until WWII. There were Picassos, Davids, Degas, etc, and I could go on for a while, but suffice to say it was really, really cool inside both structure wise and art wise, but we were rushed through a bit due to the nature of the museum closing a bit earlier, but no fear, I saw what I came for.

Which was what I could see in a few days.

I went home pretty early that night to get rested up, but not before one last stop: The Galleries Lafayette and Opera House along the way. Really, really, really huge Christmas displays mixed in with designer shopping like you couldn't believe, and I only wish Kirsten could have been here for that one, since it was like window shopping to the max, but with 1000 Euro items and up in some cases.

Oh well, in the future we'll head back, no doubt.

But the tree was huge and lit up, but also incredibly humid internal temperatures made the visit a little uncomfortable, but it was over before too long back into the cold for a nice night of getting to sleep and getting woke up by my hostel mates. But hey, what's a Euro Trip without a little of that?

A more relaxing one I suppose, but I digress.

One last picture here of the Opera House, which is really pretty awesome when it's all lit up, which it is at night. Who knew, in the city of lights?

But yes, after that came Sunday, which I really just got ready to bounce out of Paris, and I eventually (after a few delays and almost 24 hours of travel) made it to Spain, and now I am here in rainy but warmer Barcelona, taking it a bit easy before my flight home tomorrow. I feel really bad for Kirsten since she doesn't get in tonight until 11:30, meaning we probably won't get back here until midnight, and we have a wake-up call at 3:30 am. So, even with instant sleep, that's 3.5 hours of sleep before a trans-atlantic, over-the-east coast flight for her, but maybe it'll help her sleep on the plane, who knows?

What I do know, however, is that this European blog (barring some insane delays or unforseen unfortunate turn of events) is coming to a close. Before I wrote this, I went back and checked out some of my highlights for this 4 month, 17-week journey, which have included:

*Getting to Europe for the first time
*Getting settled in Rome for my 4 months there
*Going to Athens, Greece to see Kirsten and all the splendor of Ancient Greece
*Florence and the Duomo, the David, and the Ponte Vecchio

*Milan and the Jonas Brothers vs. Milanese Duomo
*Interlaken and the raw beauty of the Swiss Alps (and delicious chocolate)
*The changing seasons in Rome
*Egypt with the Tellams, which included camels, pyramids, and mosques
*Munich with Kirsten, drinking at the Hofbrauhaus and delicious pretzels and food
*Castel Gandolfo, Celano, Casamari, and Anagni with my great professors
*Istanbul with Kirsten, seeing the Hagia Sophia and shopping in the Grand Bazaar
*Meeting great friends, and saying goodbyes (for now) with tears in my eyes
*Paris and the splendor of the city of lights

And everyone, everything, and every moment in between. I kid you not, I have grown in so many ways, seen things I have dreamed my whole life of seeing, and can really, truly, and honestly say that I feel like an adult now, whereas when I left, I was unsure what I was. I have handled languages, stress, travel, budgets, friendships, traveling, sleep, and food in ways I never have before, and this experience has changed me for the better for the rest of my life.

The new experiences may have come to a close, but the stories, the pictures, the friends, and the memories I've made here will live on. I cannot say exactly how much this whole experience has changed me for the future, as who knows what the future holds, but I know that one day, when I look back on this time in my life, I'll be able to say that I truly lived my life, and set the pace for a life full of adventures, new experiences, and personal growth.

To all of you who have shared it with me through this blog, emails, stop-bys, and occasional skimmings: thank you. You are part of this too you know, and without you, I don't know if I would've spent the well over 100 hours combined time doing this anthology of experiences. After all, I've seen all these things through my own eyes, and I hope that at the very least once (hopefully several times), when reading this blog, you felt closer to me, felt what I was feeling, and wanted to set out on an adventure of your own. As if this journey has taught me anything, it's that with a good supporting cast of friends, family, and loved ones, the limits of what you can do with your life are set solely by you, and no one can take from me what I have seen and learned in these amazing four months.

Thank you so much to everyone, and if for a moment I could raise my metaphorical glass in cheers: here's to having a life and living it to the fullest.

So friends, I bid you adieu for now, and I'll be seeing you all again soon, I'm sure. And, for the last time in Europe,

Ciao.



Friday, December 12, 2008

Paris, Paris, qu'est-ce que c'est Paris?

Bonjour mes amis, et bienvenue.

I'm in Paris and have been now for just about a day, and many what an experience the traveling has been, let me just put it that way. I think my picture taking and my video posting will probably come later on at some point, but know that I will have plenty to share in the coming days and relatively little space in which to do it I think, but I'll give it a shot with some running updates on what's been happening.

So two days ago now, I left Rome. It was really tough, saying goodbye to everyone was just painful. I mean, some people want to be more along the lines of nonchalant and kind of avoid it, knowing it's hard, while other people will cry and make it even harder to say goodbye. Being the one who was leaving, I gotta say I to leave on my terms, which I think made everything a little bit easier, but seeing everyone's Facebook statuses as home and readjusting makes me feel a bit weirded out, if that makes any sense. Some people are talking about traffic and American TV and Radio, while others are going on about the food and the company, and I just can't wait.

I mean, Rome is quite an amazing place that will always have a place in my heart, and the people I've met are going to be my friends for a quite a long time, but home is home, and I can't wait to be in my own bed, eating good foods, and being with people I've missed a lot. That being said, I miss the air in Rome a bit already in the metaphorical sense.

Anyway, Rome is flooding if you haven't seen, and I am pretty glad I'm out of that scenario. And in Paris, it's great. I've already been to the Louvre, Eiffel Tower, Sacre Couer, Notre Dame, and seen it all, but I've had no chance to get pictures up. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow when I have a great chance to do it since I have way too much time with a lot of bags that I have to kill, so let's see if we can do it.

I'll update you more on this all soon, but I'm pretty excited to be going home. Paris has been great, and I'll continue to enjoy it, but I wish Kirsten was here with me too and not dealing with riots and canceled flights. But I'm going to enjoy it today and tomorrow, and we'll talk again soon folks.

Until next time,

Ciao.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Arriverderci Roma

Ciao everyone.

And welcome, finally, to my last Roman blog.

It's a seminal moment in this study abroad experience, and over the past 113 days, I've updated 83 times including this one. It's really something to think about, how much I've seen and done, wrote and posted, and lived and learned, and now, my home is coming to a close. In about three hours, I'm heading to the train station and hitting up the night train from here to Paris.

And here it comes to an end.

I cannot really express how I'm feeling right now beyond just saying I've grown a lot as a person and seen so many amazing and awesome sights that so many people never even get a whiff of, let alone see them all in a four-month period. . . it just reminds how lucky I am to live such a life. I talked to a few of my professors last night at the farewell dinner at the Wine Bar (more on that in a minute) and just chatted with them about subjects and materials that four months ago I hadn't the foggiest about and found myself totally enjoying it from a learning standpoint. In San Diego, next quarter is all Political Science, and I didn't take any over here at all, but I was engaged and interested all the way through.

I want this last Italian blog to be something special and represent something more than just an entry, but the fact remains that this blog has always been a place for me to put my thoughts up and say what I've been feeling, and right now I feel a bit indescribable. Maybe time will give a bit better perspective. I am so excited about going home and part of me wishes KK and I were loading up right now and just heading home today, but the other part of me is so excited to see Paris and Barcelona and continue this journey and sharing with everyone what I'm seeing and doing.

Home is going to be so excellent though, no doubt about it.

Last night we went to the wine bar Crudo over off Ponte Sisto and it was one of these "am I really old enough to be here?" moments that I've had a few of over the course of my life. We roll in, and it's a candle-lit place with appetizers galore on the bar and we are given a wine glass and two drink tickets to fill up, and all of us in the program, our professors, the front-desk people, and even the tech staff was there. We were there for over 2 and a half hours, and it was just a goodbye session filled with laughter, stories, and sentimental so longs.

I've made some really excellent friends in this program, and it's going ot be a tad weird not being able to talk about G.O. Smith, Padre Larrey, or Rita's "wow!" moments with anyone, but back in San Diego, I've got another great brace of friends to make more memories with and pick up where we left off.

Right now I'm just a grab-bag of emotion, but I just want to say this:

I have really, really enjoyed my time here, and it couldn't end at a better time, and at the same time, part of me feels like some portions never would have a good time to end. I miss home, I miss my family, I miss being able to talk on the phone whenever I want for not a jackpot's worth, and I miss seeing Kirsten and just eating Mexican food and being lazy. It's all going to be back soon, and I know I'll miss some parts of Rome the same way, like the beauty and splendor of the momuments and churches, the always-something-new-to-see feeling, etc.

But home is on the way. I'm off to Paris soon, and I'll probably update there, but I hope you all enjoy your rest of your week. I promise a more organized entry at some point, but maybe this gives a bit of insight into what I'm feeling.

Until next time, arriverderci Roma and bonjour Paris,

Ciao.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Finale in the making

Ciao everyone, and buona mercoledi a tutti. I hope you're all doing well today, I'm going through the motions of my last full day in Roma, and it's really, really surreal. It's so weird to think that I have just over 24 hours left here after spending the bulk of the last 16 (yes, 16) weeks here. That's 112 days folks, and with all my travels, I've been here for roughly 100 nights. Man.

And it all ends tonight with a final goodbye to the city, the people, and really, my home for the last 4 months. But what ends finally tomorrow started yesterday, and I'll explain my exploits from here on out.

Last time I updated, I had finals going on, and now, they're over. Whew! I got all four in the books, and I'm hoping I can A my way through them all, and if not, A- and A's if I can. I feel pretty good about them all, and here's to hoping that it'll be my parting gift from Roma: a good set of grades to go home to.

Yesterday, I had my Science and Religion final from 3-6, and it took most of the time he gave us. I shook his hand as I turned in my 19 pages of work and thanked him for everything I'd learned. This class gave me so much perspective on the Catholic faith from a dogmatic and a historical perspective, and when coupled with my knowledge from my Medieval Art and Architecture course, I feel like an expert on the subject. I'm far from it, but damn, I've sure learned a lot, that's for sure.

On my way home, I passed by St. Peter's and the big Christmas tree, which I took quite a few pictures of a few days ago and I'll post here now. But yes, it was quite the scene, and it felt really Christmas-like, but also kind of emotional. I was walking through here on this wet evening, finished with all of the work I have, and now it was just me and the city, no other obligations to work or study.

I got home and a few other people had finished their exams as well, and we decided that after the Champions League game between Roma and Bordeaux, we'd go see Trevi fountain at night, a quintessential act in Roma that I really hadn't done yet. Roma ended up winning (ROMA HA VINTO! VIOLA ! VIOLA! The fans let you know it too) and we rolled out a little after 10:30 to go and see Trevi and really anything else we saw along the way. Rome is filled with so many things, you are always shocked by something new every time you venture out, and last night was no exception.

We stopped off at Old Bridge for gelato and it started to rain, but it wasn't too bad just yet, and we made it over to Piazza di Spagna and the Spanish Steps first, which are always such at hot spot off Via del Corso, with all the designers (Fendi, Versace, Gucci, Prada, Armani, etc) lining the street windows with the Christmas fare. The steps looked awesome too, and we just hung out as it began to rain a bit harder, but taking pictures all the way. Beautiful at night, that's for sure.

From Spagna, we headed towards where we thought Trevi was, but we got a little turned around and hung out in and around Via del Corso a bit, taking photos of everything. There was this Fendi shop that had a huge Christmas belt around it, and it was really pretty funny to see, but the girls didn't think funny was the word, but awesome. I think I know someone who would've really appreciated it too . . .

Anyway, from there, we eventually made our way past the column of Marcus Aurelius, something I had managed not to see yet, which was a nice little addition to our journey, but the best parts were still to come, as we had Trevi dead ahead, and we rounded a corner and there she was, in all her night-time glory.

There's a reason it's called the most beautiful fountain in the world: because it is.


The night light set up was gorgeous, and even better, we were the only people there, due to a combination of rain, time, and date. We spent at least half an hour there, and Bert even had a celebratory cigar as we took pictures and took it in all by ourselves. One benefit of living in a city for a long period of time: eventually, you'll get something to yourself, and you can appreciate it anew and in a new light, and Trevi last night was exactly like that.

We tossed the coins over the shoulder, and I took it in: last time here for a while? Absolutely. But was it memorable? Yes, yes it was. I took a ton of pictures, but just one more and I'll move on, I promise.

From there, we walked over towards Piazza Navona and the Pantheon, and both were just awesome. All by ourselves again, and taking it all in with no rush and no company in the least other than our own. The Pantheon is always so impressive as it's about 2,000 years old and the writing is still so impressive, and the mystery around it and its original intent makes it even cooler. We hung out underneath for a while and enjoyed the sights before picking up stakes and heading towards Navona and the direction of home.

Another goodbye to make, another fantastic sight at hand. Pretty awesome stuff once again, and another great parting memory.

Piazza Navona is huge and I've been there numerous times, but the most famous fountain there (yes, featured in Angels and Demons) is the Quatto Fiumi, or the Four Rivers fountain, and it's had scaffolding on it for the past four months to the extent that we couldn't even see it. But just yesterday, they took it off, and we were able to see it in all of its glory for the first time, and it's pretty awesome too. My camera battery was on the low, but I got a few pictures, and I highly suggest looking at it if you can't get a picture of it from mine, as it's pretty cool in its own right.

From there, it was towards home. Another 30 minute walk in the rain, but it took us by the study center, Castel Sant'Angelo, and the always impressive St. Peter's, and we made it back to our street, Via Candia, lit with Christmas lights and tons of splendor all the merrier. Being damp, cold, and having sore feet melted away pretty quickly, and I crashed hard, but it was really just a beautiful night. Loved it all, and I will remember it for many, many years to come.

Today's activities will be discussed later, and the sentimental one is yet to come, but know that I am going through a bit of the sorrows of realizing I'm saying goodbye, but I'm seeing it in a totally different way than I thought I would. Am I sad about leaving? Yeah, a bit. I've loved my time here for many reasons. But this, while it has been my home, is not home, and I am looking forward to being with friends, family, and those I care about in the place that has always been home in just a few more days.

I leave you with a few more pictures of me and the night, and while they're blurry, I always get requests for me in them, so enjoy.

Until next time,

Ciao.

Monday, December 8, 2008

2 and 2

Ciao everyone, I hope you all had a great weekend, I know mine was filled with studying and tedium for most of the days I had, with limited breaks to enjoy some company . . . and study some more. I don't think the next one I have in 3 hours is going to be all that horrible, but it has potential to be vicious if it wanted to be. My professor isn't like that though, and I doubt he'd accent things that really weren't that special, but it's worth some more studying.

I planned on updating all weekend, and then I just decided it'd be a bit of uninteresting tidbits about how bored I was studying and how ready I am for it to be over. I just got back from my second final, first of my three core classes. It wasn't too bad and I feel like I got an A in that class . . . at least I hope I got an A. I worked a lot in there, a lot more than most did, and I hope it pays off in the end. It'd be nice to get that straight-up A and float the GPA a bit.

Next I have a final from 3-6, and then another tomorrow at the same time, and I imagine that one being the most difficult, so wish me luck between now and then I guess.

In other news, a week from today I'll have said goodbye to all my friends here in Rome and the city itself, which will be a little difficult, not going to lie, but that post comes in a few days, now is not the time for that. And I'll say bonjour Paris, et au revoir aussi, parce que je vais aller au Barcelona. Woohoo. 8 days til I'm home . . . whoa.

Also, Kirsten has been in riot central in Athens, and I can't say that makes me feel all that comfortable, and her program's inept handling of this (and really every other situation) is beyond inane and ridiculously stupid. Glad she'll be out of there soon, for sure. And then it's off to home, where we don't have to worry about riots all the time. At least she won't, it's something I don't tend have to worry here.

I'll post some pictures of seeing the Vatican Christmas tree, which I must say was cool in its place, but ultimately looked a bit sparse. I'm sorry this update is a little rushed and uneventful, but I'm back to studying for now. I'll chat again soon and let you know what else is going on, but until then,

Ciao.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Final Friday

Ciao tutti, and good morning to you all. I hope Friday is more exciting there for you than it is here for me. I am really just sitting around and studying, and I realized that for the first time in quite a while, I have a few day streak of blogging, so I thought I'd toss in some recent developments in my life.

Just a forewarning, I doubt this is going to be all that exciting, but we'll see where it takes us.

Today is Friday, December 5th. Yes, that's 5 days into the last month of the year. I am floored by this every time I think about it. How is it DECEMBER? It's pretty shocking to think about 2009 being really less than 4 weeks away. It's also tough to believe that this time next week, I will have said Ciao Roma for real, and not just for a few days. But for good.

I'm really starting to feel like it's upon me, my time of departure, and I know I am going to miss it here. The other day, walking by St. Peter's, I remembered the first time I saw it, how mesmerized I was by its grandeur, size, and splendor. I've seen it now almost every single day for 16 weeks, and I can walk by it without much more than a passing gaze.

4 months ago, I'd never seen anything like it. Now I've seen about a dozen churches in Rome alone that blow everything I'd ever seen prior out of the water, plus the Pyramids and Sphinx in Egypt, the Hagia Sophia and Blue Mosque in Turkey, the Parthenon and Temple of the Olympiad Zeus in Greece, and the Rathaus in Munich. I mean, it's really something to remark on, the fact that these places have dulled my amazement.

They say it's tough to see things as you see them the first time ever again, and boy is that ever true. I never thought I'd care more about an SUV (which passed by me yesterday at St. Peter's) than the most amazing church in the world, but I did. SUVs are much more rare here than churches. I spent a good 5 minutes looking around, doing nothing but taking it all in yesterday, and I felt like it was amazing, but I didn't lose my breath or feel awestruck like I used to, but rather a sense of familiarity and standard practice.

It's anything but standard, and I realize and recognize this fully. My mind has a hard time wrapping itself around this idea that while I see it every day here, I may go decades without seeing it again.

It's really something, this world. Let me tell you.

Last night, I just made some dinner, had some wine, and took it pretty easy. It's been freezing here recently, only really warming up to the 50s today, which was a welcome event. They put up a ton of Christmas lights yesterday on our street in a stunning effort from the Italian laziness (their words, not mine, but I could definitely say that), but then they didn't light them. Go figure, I guess.

Finally, last night I got a message from Travis, who I have lived with the past two years at school and am living with when I get back, saying he was probably going to get his own place and move out. I was really saddened by this, since the group seemed so ready for a good time and to be happy and yet there were problems I had no idea really even existed. I talked to Travis for a long while last night (costing me a fortune, but hey, you do what you gotta do) about what was happening and if I could help. The house group messaged back and forth, and I tried my best to offer anything I could do to keep us as a unit and work out the issues, but it sounds pretty solemnly declared at this point. Nobody's happy about it I don't think, but if it's what needs to happen, it's what needs to happen I guess. I'm still holding out hope that this can all work itself out though; maybe, just maybe something will change.

One can always hope, right?

I am getting really excited about the prospect of coming home, regardless of what's going on down at school. I really enjoy my friends there, and I think we'll have a good time. Portland sounds excellent right now too, just being with friends and family and relaxing, I can't wait. Studying and I are not getting along at the moment either, and I can't wait for next Tuesday when it'll all be over.

But with that comes Rome being all over, and we're back to where this post started.

I hope you're all doing well and that you have an excellent Friday, and it's my last one here. Get those requests in if you need or want anything! I hope you all have a great Friday, and until next time,

Ciao.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

A week to roam Rome

Ciao ragazzi, e buongiorno. I hope all of you are doing well today; I had my Italian final this morning which I am glad to say is over. It wasn't tooooo bad, just a little tricky in some parts, asking some questions that had no business being a test about what we studied (i.e. questions about sports that we didn't study. . . hmmmm). But it went pretty well I feel like, and either way, it is now the weekend.

Cool.

But it's not just any weekend, it's my last one in Rome. Unfortunately, it's going to be spent entirely doing studying and work I believe. I have my three finals on Monday and Tuesday next week and now is the prime time to get on that, so I believe I will. The only other interesting thing going on around here today was the cutting of our internet to repair it, and so after my final, I had internet for about 30 seconds and then no more. How sad. But it's now back and so my studying can continue . . . but I also have this whole weekend to worry about that, so not too stressed.

Yesterday was a busy day with my last classes and such, and that's after my big St. Peter's and Pope seeing tour. Some people really want to go see the Pope again next Wednesday, and I'll probably go, I can't see why not. While seeing the Pope in back to back weeks when he does very little different may in one way seem very boring, uh, it's the Pope. The leader of the most followed faith in the world. I think I can make room for that one.

A week from today is my last day in Rome, and I'll be leaving for Paris I do believe. I need to go book my train, but they say tickets can be bought at the station the day of too. So while I have that option, I really should get them bought soon. Paris, Paris. Kelly and Meg will be there too, so I should have some people to hang out with (I hope) but I'll have so many bags, I don't really want to stay in a hostel with 9 other people. We'll see how this all pans out, that's for sure.

I guess now's never too early to talk about how my last few weeks in Europe are going to shape up. Today, tomorrow, Saturday, and Sunday are study days, no doubt about it. I'll probably go somewhere and do something fun (and by go somewhere, probably like the Forum or something along those lines, not like another city) to interrupt my studying monotony.

Monday is Assumption day, or a national holiday here in Italy. Everyone's off from work, and the Pope loads up in his Popemobile and goes around waving at everyone as he takes an Icon of the Blessed Virgin Mary around and eventually ends up at Piazza di Spagna, where there is an obelisk to Mary there. Bunch of significance there. Do I wish I could go? Very badly. But can I? Nope, not a possibility. I've got finals at 10-1 and 3-6, and the main event happens at 4:30. Drag.

Tuesday is my last final, for Science and Religion. I got my paper back yesterday and got an A on it, which made me quite happy. Only problem there is that the final is worth a whopping 40% of your grade . . . yeah. So even though I have an A in there right now, if I don't do well on the final for one reason or another, that A quickly turns to a much lower grade. Not a big fan of that, but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do.

There's a soccer game on Tuesday night after my final, Roma vs. Bordeaux in Champion's League, or the most prestigious All-European championship league. If Roma wins this game, they win their group and move on to the round of 16 out of the round of 64, a big deal. It's a bit expensive to go, and I don't know if anyone else would go with me, but I'm checking around for that possibility.

Wednesday I have all free until 7pm with the farewell dinner party, which apparently all of our professors come to and all of the students are there and we just eat and laugh and make some parting memories. Which is appropriate, since Thursday I leave at 6:30pm I believe for Paris. I may yet leave Friday, which leaves less time in Paris but it also saves me money. We shall see.

The I'll be in Paris from the 12 (night train, woohoo) for two nights, the 12th and 13th, and then another night train to Barcelona, and I'll arrive in Barcelona on the 15th, and meet up with Kirsten that night, get all of our stuff collectively organized and properly stowed, and the morning of the 16th (like 4am early) we head to the airport for home, and we'll arrive something like 14 hours later in Portland, as we go Barcelona-Frankfurt-home.

And that's all she wrote. The story is quickly ending, folks. It's not over til it's over though, and I haven't had my final say in this whole ordeal. I hope you all are doing well, and really, if you want anything from Rome, speak now or hold your peace for quite a while. I won't be back here for a long while.

Until next time,

Ciao.